Unlike the previous days, they no longer held their ground in the buildings, fighting desperately; instead, they broke instantly, fleeing without a trace.
Song Heping had been paying close attention to the progress of Warrior Camp. The smoother it went, the more problematic he felt it was.
"GHOST calling Musician."
"Musician received, is that you, Song He?"
The voice that came through was clearly the cook's.
"Cook, I have something to tell you. Later, when you get near the intersection in Zone I, don't foolishly follow the others up. Head to Zone H to find a building with a good vantage point and hold position. I have a feeling something will go wrong there."
"Eh? I heard last night you found the Hunter's den and blew them all up. What, are there still snipers?"
"Instinct," Song Heping didn't shy away: "I always feel that expert isn't so easy to kill."
"You mean the Mosul Reaper?"
"Right."